Irish soldier boy    (video)

 

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1. At a cottage door one winter’s night as the snow lay on the ground

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    stood a youthful Irish soldier boy, to the mountains he was bound.

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    His mother stood beside him saying, "You'll win, my boy, don't fear!"

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    With loving arms around his waist she tied his bandolier.

 

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2. "Goodbye, God bless you, mother dear, I hope your heart won't pain,

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    but pray to God that you shall see your soldier boy again.

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    And when I'm out in the firing line it will be a source of joy

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    for to know that you're remembering still your Irish soldier boy."

 

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3. And when the fighting it was o’er, and the flag of truce was raised,

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    the leaders ordered fire to cease, all Ireland stood amazed.

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    His comrades came to the cottage door

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    with a note from her pride and joy,

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    with an aching heart shy cried, “God be good!” to her Irish soldier boy.

 

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4. "Good bye, God bless you, mother dear, I'm dying a death so grand,

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    from wounds received in action trying to free my native land.

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    I hope we'll meet in heaven above in that land beyond the sky,

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    where you'll always be in company with you Irish soldier boy."

 

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